"He is a blood relative of the poor Taoist clan, making the distinguished guests laugh."
Zhang Fang made a complaint and was about to get up and go out.
But before he could get up, a majestic man came in first. He was tall and bearded. When he walked in, he brought a gust of wind.
When he saw Chen Cuo, the man looked surprised, touched his head and said, "So you have a guest!"
Chen Cuo smiled, bowed slightly, and said: "The Beihe Shuijun you mentioned..."
"Did you hear that?" The man waved his hand, "This is not something you can interfere with. Zhang Laodao, ask this guest to avoid it and deal with my matter first..."
"Zhang Jingbei, don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Fang quickly stopped him, then raised his hands to Chen Cuogong and said, "Fellow Taoist, don't be surprised, my nephew is a bastard."
"It doesn't matter." Chen Cuo naturally didn't take it to heart. It should be said that this person appeared at the right time, so he said: "It just so happened that Lord Beihe also gave me an invitation..."
"You also have an invitation?" Zhang Jingbei looked surprised, but then he seemed to understand, "I see, no wonder you came to visit Zhang Laodao." Immediately, he sat down and said to Zhang Fang, "It's just right, Laodao, why not
Let’s explain it clearly together so that this person won’t have to ask again.”
Zhang Fang's face darkened.
Zhang Jingbei is the only son of his secular brother, and the only child of their generation. He is doted on, so he acts willfully. But this time, he is determined not to let this son do whatever he wants. The Beihe Shuijun is mysterious and unpredictable.
I don’t want my nephew to be involved!
After thinking about this, Zhang Fang didn't bother to explore Chen Cuo's identity, he just wanted to let Zhang Jingbei retreat when he saw the difficulty, so he took a deep breath, called his apprentice, and gave him an order.
The little Taoist priest looked surprised and left quickly.
Zhang Fang sat down again, looked at the two people opposite him, and said, "Counting you two, five people have come here to ask about Beihe Shuijun in the past five days."
Five?
Chen Cuo suddenly saw the monk he met at the door.
Zhang Jingbei said, "This is a good thing. If Shuijun hadn't caused such trouble, how many people would have come to your Taoist temple?"
Hearing this, Zhang Fang felt anger rising in his heart, but seeing Chen Cuo beside him, he held it back and said, "Well, since I'm here to ask this poor Taoist question, I do have something to say to you about this banquet at Shuifu..."
Chen Cuo and Zhang Jingbei both became attentive.
"Cannot go!"
Zhang Fang said it categorically.
Chen Cuo's expression remained unchanged, but Zhang Jingbei looked confused.
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Just at this time, the little Taoist priest came in carrying a small wooden box.
Zhang Fang took the box, opened it, and took out a blood-red ice crystal the size of a fist.
Immediately, there was a chaos, and bloody thoughts spread, affecting the hearts of the people in the room.
Zhang Jingbei's face changed drastically, his mind was shaking, and visions were appearing in front of his eyes!
Zhang Fang protected his disciple, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and said: "This thing comes from the Beihe Shuijun, you have also seen it, and the bloody thoughts in it cannot be..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Cuo suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it, and the blood-red ice crystal trembled. The blood-red color actually rippled like water waves, and then it was peeled off strand by strand, gathering into a ball of blood mist, and flew away.
Chen Cuo took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
This blood mist contained a strong intention to kill, and it coincided with the method of gathering thick blood. It was worth exploring. In addition, he noticed that as soon as this idea came out, even Taoist Zhang Fang's mind was affected, so he took action.
"...Exorcise." Zhang Fang finished his words, then he was startled and looked down at the ice crystal in his hand.
The ice crystals are already white.
"Zhang Laodao, what do you mean by this?" Zhang Jingbei took a deep breath and regained his clarity. He was disturbed by distracting thoughts and did not hear Zhang Fang's words clearly. "This thing is so powerful!" As he said that, he looked at Chen carefully.
I took a wrong look and didn't dare to say anything.
Zhang Fang frowned and stared at the blood mist in Chen Cuo's hand, not even bothering to reply.
Zhang Jingbei clicked his tongue, then looked at the ice crystal in Zhang Fang's hand, and asked doubtfully: "Old Taoist, this ice crystal...are you invited too?" After saying that, he reached out to take it.
Zhang Fang withdrew his gaze and allowed Zhang Jingbei to take away the ice crystal and said, "This piece is not an invitation, but something I got ten years ago."
"Ten years ago?" Chen Cuo looked at Taoist Zhang Fang again. The most important thing in front of him was undoubtedly Shuijun's matter.
Listening to Chen Cuo's inquiry, Taoist Zhang Fang calmed down a little and regained some home feeling. He just looked at Chen Cuo, but became more cautious, thinking in his heart, this monk's moral conduct is not low, but judging from his words and deeds,
, he is not very old, and he is definitely not an ordinary person to have such cultivation methods...
Zhang Jingbei asked at this time: "If it's not an invitation, what is this ice crystal used for?"
Hearing this, Zhang Fang said earnestly: "The Lord of Beihe River has been watching for a long time and has many followers. Since the death of Er Zhurong, the powerful official of the Northern Dynasty, he has occupied a thousand-mile section of the river. Since then, there have been constant wars on both sides of the river, and this man's thoughts
It’s hard to predict. Over the past few decades, it has also funded many spirits and monks.”
"Support the monsters, monk?" Chen Cuo thought, "How to support them?" As he said this, he looked towards the ice crystal.
"Fellow Taoist must have guessed that there are fragments of the divine talisman sealed in the ice crystals!" Zhang Fang's face was a bit solemn.
Zhang Jingbei looked surprised and stared at the ice crystals: "There are also talisman fragments in here?" As he said that, he started to use Xuan Gong to crush the ice crystals.
But Chen Cuo asked: "I heard what the Taoist priest said, is this Beihe Shuijun related to Nar Zhurong?"
He had heard this name before. The warlords and ministers of the Northern Wei Dynasty were very murderous. In the Heyin Incident, the upper-class nobles of the Northern Wei Dynasty were slaughtered and all ten houses were empty!
However, this person could not escape the fate of a powerful official, and his blood was spilled in the palace, but the chaos of the Northern Wei Dynasty also started from this.
"It's unclear whether they are related or not, but the years and months are similar." Zhang Fang saw Zhang Jingbei pinching the ice crystal, his face flushed red, and said: "Don't waste your efforts, it is difficult to break ice crystals without formulas, and the talisman fragments are not
Real objects are naturally sensitive to the thought of incense. If it is not completely banned, how can it be stable for ten years?"
"Such an evil door?" Seeing that he couldn't open it, Zhang Jingbei felt a little discouraged. Looking at the blood mist in Chen Cuo's hand, he thought about it, handed it to Chen Cuo, and said, "Come and try."
Chen Cuo glanced at Zhang Fang and when he saw the other party nodded slightly, he collected the blood mist and took the ice crystal. After concentrating on it, he realized that it was completely isolated and he could not detect anything inside.
When Zhang Fang saw this, he was a little surprised and did not speak rashly.
Chen Cuo looked at it for a while, and suddenly his heart moved.
"It can't be broken from the outside, and it's blocked from the inside, but what if it resonates with the inside and outside? It's worth a try. If it goes as I expected, it can also be tested to see if this talisman is really related to the senior Temple Dragon King..."
Thinking like this, Chen Cuo didn't hesitate, and with a change of heart, he secretly used the Holy Path of Sanshengcheng to project a little golden light from the dream into his heart.
The golden light in his heart shook, his eyes shone brightly, and his sight was like a needle piercing the ice crystal!
Immediately, a weak resonance emerged from the thought.
"Sure enough!" Chen Cuo silently thought, "But the fragments should be incomplete, so the power is incomplete, so the resonance is weak and not very clear..."
As soon as he thought about this, Chen Cuo thought of the legacy of the Dragon King of the Temple, and immediately had an idea. The Taoist divine light in his heart swept away, and sixty-four gilded characters flew out of the golden book of human reading!
This experience character originated from the thoughts left by the Dragon King of the Temple. It contains the mark of will. There were once mixed with regrets, but they were eliminated by Chen Cuo and stored in the golden book. Now they are extracted from the book, gathered together, and integrated into the golden light in the heart.
Use your gaze to connect the ice crystals in your hands!
Suddenly, the weak feeling became clearer and gradually increased!
edge,
Zhang Fang observed for a long time, and when he saw that Chen Cuo was just watching, he was slightly relieved, thinking that this time he could finally take the opportunity to warn the two of them. But when he was about to speak, he suddenly saw the ice crystals in Chen Cuo's hand trembling slightly.
Click!
Amidst the crisp sound, a tiny crack appeared in the ice crystal.